Jhupit & Moir

Feeling like what I been smoking
I’m stress
They ask me why I blame it on my Ex
For the purp and the dick you learn to intersect
Parrallel minds our lines never cross
Cuz I’m doing a set
Or studio Session
I’m tryna be next
My eye on the devil
My mind on check
My heart in the depth of the music we rep
And we do it for that
I’m tryna blow in a rocket
Hope my talent’ll
Fly me to the moon
Tryna rock it yea
Hope the show ain’t a challenger
No boos
Or boom
Bap is
Where I started
Tryna be in the room
Where it happened
I want all in
Yeah I’m tryna get through
Rubbing elbows with the Artist
That impacted my youth
Ripping beats that came from Knxwledge
Smoking cookies with Snoop
Let me play with your titties
Nah let me stop
Cuz shawty wanna fall in love
And I wanna pop
Now she calling me a weasel
Calling me a thot
Wasn’t tryna be evil but it happen
Take a forty and I swig it
Dream of rocking crowded
shows, I can’t run a forty
Gotta make it rapping
Wake up and I’m back with this shorty
So I get to clapping
Only time I touch down unless I’m bussing playing Madden
Bad habits
Bad habits
Only find myself praying when I’m mad at him
Or when I’m asking will he play me
Put me in coach
Im tired of riding the bench
Tryna make hit song
Or maybe not
Cole wasn’t
Cuz niggas fall off
Even faster than they buzzing
Couldn’t be me nigga cuz I’m from the hunnids
We don’t need ya fucking scene
We just grinding for them ducats
In my bucket nigga